The Sentinel (Bonus CD Track)
Hilltop Hoods
The Calling (2003)

Behold, I send you out a sheep, amidst the wolves

ba ba ba ba ba (8 Times)

Verse 1 Suffa
We found this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked
shifty,
I said this to pressure just before I finished my sentence,
This bouncer came out and dragged us both through the
entrance,
This guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech,
I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in from the street,
He said to us "So finding us was accidental?
Well I'm not surprised, we don't advertise at the
Sentinel",
He said "What's your name?" he said
"Pressure", I said "Suffa",
He said "Join the rest of the suckers",
So we went right in, we sat right down,
Pressure said "I guess I'll get us both our first
round",
He had to go downstairs cos the bar was underground,
He came back and said "Man these the cheapest drinks in
town",
I agreed, yes indeed, we could be here all night,
They're only charging a buck fifty for imperial pints,
And I'm feeling alright, this place is kind of cool man,
I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the fool and,
Ruins this vibe that I've got going,
Not knowing where I am, but this jam's growing man this spots
blowing,
The ladies were hot I sat down and listened,
To their four thousand watt, in-house sound system,
The DJ was laying tracks, keeping people on the floor and
then,
He played a crazy break, and the chorus went...

Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba

Verse 2 Pressure
These dim lights hold, silhouetted figures fit in tight
moulds,
This beer's ice cold, yeah we're going to be here till the
nights old,
I might stroll, see what I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I feel a blunder or is that the drink putting me under,
A strange feeling, this place got my brain reeling,
Looked up and seen a picture of the barkeep upon the main
ceiling,
Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine
and,
In the corner seen a dope fiend, blowing a smoke screen,
Sat down, looked at the picture on the bottle label,
It was the same man and the stripper that sat atop my table,
And as he licked her thighs I saw that glint in her eyes
The wristwatch upon her waistlet it had him hypnotized,
She kissed him goodbye, threw me a smile and a grin,
My reply cut thin by my hand wiping my chin,
Walked to the bar as the tender looked right through me I
said
"Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he talked
about me not to me,
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay here's
perpetual,
We serve drinks and broken dreams but no edibles",
I bought a round, man I think this is watered down,
Its tasting sought of fowl, this place is giving me the creeps and
plus the doors are now,
Closing to the public so let's make our move,
Then I was struck by the strangest sense of déjà
vu,
Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man I've heard this all
before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and then the chorus went…

Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba

Verse 3 Pressure & Suffa
Man this place's got me reeling I took a seat to get my
focus,
When a group of B-Boys gathered by the stage took my notice,
At about one o'clock, the club manager approached us,
And said "I heard you jokers were MCs, who's the
dopest?
Cos we run an open mic battle every night,
And to enter you've got to be, incredibly tight",
I said "Get me the mic I might flip", then the lights
switched,
My vision was blurring and burning words inside my eyelids,
Rhyme progression begun, something possessing my tongue,
Blessing the deaf and dumb till I was falling short of breath in my
lung,
"When will they let us stop?" I checked the time and it
was,
Six in the morning, and we were still rhyming,
Battled MC after MC, battled MCs for days,
But they wouldn't let us go, when we tried to leave the
stage,
The manager said "You boys can never leave this
tournament,
And you can never leave the Sentinel", and the chorus
went…

Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba

Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers, the
suckers
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers (at the
sentinal)
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers (at the
sentinal)

ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba